I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1003 - 1093: Parting on Good Terms, Farewell Dinner!

Jing Shu said, "Grandma, this runway is indeed pretty useless. Our family won’t be needing such a big plane landing strip in the future, so let’s think of a way to change it into something else."

Keeping a plane is costly anyway. She has a helicopter, which is enough for emergencies. It’s better to transform this airplane runway! What a waste of space!

"Right?!" Grandma Jing got excited and said, "I also feel such a large space is wasted. That cumbersome plane takes up so much room here while our family doesn’t need it. I’ll discuss it with your grandpa later to see what we can make of it. Such a big ship, how can it be so barren?"

Jing Shu held back her laughter and said, "This used to be a battleship, used for war. The real spacious area is inside. Come on, there are still three or four big layers below, and six more layers on top."

As Jing Shu led Grandma Jing inside, she asked, "Grandma, how are the saplings I transplanted before I left?"

Upon hearing this, Grandma Jing’s expression turned strange. "Girl, your saplings don’t grow according to, um, scientific principles that your young folks talk about. Your grandpa and I have been farming for decades and have never seen them grow to a height that typically takes two or three years in just half a year. Plus, they’re almost fruiting.

It’s already the end of December. Have you ever seen things fruiting at this time?"

Grandma Jing recited a prayer, mentioned several deities, and said she meant no offense. She nodded and continued, "Anyway, you must not tell anyone about this. It must be because our Jing family’s ancestors are blessing us. If you say it, the magic will break, understood?"

Jing Shu tried not to laugh and nodded, "I understand, I get it all."

As expected, no one suspected her; they just thought the ancestors’ blessings were at work.

After all, it’s an apocalypse, and they’ve seen all sorts of bizarre things. So what if the fruit trees at home bear fruit in half a year? She wasn’t even home then, so it doesn’t matter to her.

Jing Shu took Grandma Jing for another tour. When they came across the huge swimming pool, Grandma Jing’s first reaction was:

"Oh wow, such a big pool is wasted. Let’s raise fish and shrimp in it later. A few days ago, I told your grandpa that our home pond was full, and I didn’t know what those fish and shrimp were eating. Every few months, if we don’t manage it, they multiply like crazy. Oh, blessed ancestors, I’m just babbling nonsense. Hopefully, they won’t mind and the growth continues like this –"

After half a year, Grandma Jing’s way of talking has become even more amusing.

Jing Shu smiled brightly and didn’t mention that she had already placed some diluted Spiritual Spring in there before she left. She even added some to the Jing Family’s water, just in case Grandma Jing and Grandpa Jing fell ill due to their age.

In this view, even though Grandma Jing and Grandpa Jing are getting older, they are in good health and seem to be getting younger.

Moreover, the fat chicken is over seven years old now, and no one’s old hen lives that long, yet the fat chicken is still full of energy, showing no signs of aging.

Even though the old lady isn’t very literate, after touring the mothership, she has a pretty good understanding, even having some ideas on how to transform certain areas.

She just said she’d discuss it with the old man at home, do some further research, and then figure out where to farm, where to fish, and where to build greenhouses.

The ship is so big with such great storage space. Grandma Jing thought they should build more racks. Even if they don’t use it later, it can serve as a mobile warehouse.

After the tour, she let Zhang Yicheng take Grandma Jing to rest or continue the tour. Meanwhile, Jing Shu disembarked the mothership and went to the fifth floor of her yacht, which was requisitioned by the government for an evening farewell gathering.

It was to officially say goodbye to the twenty bodyguard teams and Old Zhou. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Though they called it a meeting, it was more like a wrap-up and payout party.

The place was decorated with red streamers and balloons. Despite the simple arrangement, the empty yacht hall spanning over a thousand square meters had the right atmosphere. Jing Shu brought in two rows of self-serve food, with rectangular tables set up in the hall.

Old Zhou spent 10,000 Contribution Value to host a farewell gathering. Before disbanding, he urged everyone to eat and drink well.

Jing Shu accepted the Contribution Value and naturally arranged a good spread, conveniently using up a lot of leftover ingredients. Everyone just wanted to eat their fill, so there was no need for anything too fancy. Even plain hybrid rice was considered a rare treat for them.

With Master Liang’s help, the ordinary ingredients smelled wonderful and looked artistic. Not even considering the opinions of the other members of the bodyguard team, just Old Zhou alone, walking with his hands behind his back through rows of buffet trays, couldn’t help but nod.

Delicious, it smelled so good.

"Jing Shu, you managed to make the 10,000 Contribution Value look like 50,000 Contribution Value worth of food. Are you sure you won’t incur losses with this buffet today?" Old Zhou anxiously asked again.

It’s real food after all, and in an apocalypse, one could easily eat twenty pounds in a sitting.

For the hundreds dining here, it averages out to dozens of Contribution Value each, and this is an apocalypse meal worth thousands of Virtual Coins. Just the bowls of plain rice are worth quite a bit.

Let alone the various meats.

Jing Shu touched her nose and naturally didn’t say, "Oh, these were all pre-prepared foods for the trip out to sea. Some are about to spoil, some just reached their shelf life, and for others, like fish and seafood, the pools are overcrowded."